Assateague Island - wild horses. It looks like soooo much fun to run in the waves! A Poem & Tribute to the Assateague Horses by Heidrun Metzler. Author of Skeeter's Dreams. Sunshine and water is all I need. And sand to stick in my feet. Foaming waves splashing around my ears. Whispering oceans, calling, washing away my fears. The sweeping surf’s radiant glow, cast by the setting sun. Invigorates, as we gallop through our reflections with endless fun.
